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B E G I N N I N G

She locked the door of the house and walked to the car. I had definitely taken after my mother as I slowly observed my mother's gentle features. Beautiful as ever she was, she inspired me and motivated me to move forward. Her brunette hair that shone in the sun gently cascaded down her back and swayed with the wind as she walked to the car.

She looked at me and smiled. She opened the door, got in and put the car on ignition. I looked at her and raised my eyebrow, "You know that I'm nineteen and I could definitely go on my own to Dr. Falcon, right?"

"Right," my mother laughed, "but, you are still my daughter – the same girl with her hair tied in pigtails and running to me with the necklace you made me at play school for Mother's Day." My mother's eyes glistened and I smiled instinctively.

We drove to the clinic and throughout the drive, I kept looking outside. It always seemed to be what I did, every time I got in a car and went for a drive. Moving trees, people and houses fascinated me, more than bored and tired talking.

"Did Dr. Falcon tell you anything? The reason for this sudden appointment, mum?" I asked her, as I got down and shut the door of the car. Mum locked the car and walked forward. I followed her. She soon replied, "No, he didn't mention anything. Don't worry, Elle."

We sat down in the waiting room since Dr. Falcon was meeting with someone. I took out my phone and played Color Switch out of sheer boredom of waiting.

"What the actual hell do you mean that I can't go visit people elsewhere? Away from New York." I heard a person shouting from the doctor's room, suddenly. My head jerked to the direction from where the sound arose.

"You can't go. Get the point. Your mental health isn't stable enough to actually allow you to go." I heard a banging and then, a coughing. My mom who was seated next to me closed her ears. I raised my eyebrows at her.

She mumbled, "Kids these days don't know manners." Listening to her comment, I laughed out loud.

I saw him walking out of the room, not bothered to thank the doctor. Although he was extremely angry and short tempered, he managed to smile at the receptionist and also, thanked her.

He wore a red polo, fitting him at all the right places and matched that with a black denims. His hair was just all over the place, few poking upwards. I smiled at him, unknowingly. He exited the hospital managing to keep a smile at whoever he looked at. My mom cocked her eyebrows and looked at me, puzzled when she saw me smiling.

And let me tell you, he was hot. You know, like the resident cute bad boys you see in the movies who had a heart of gold. Yeah, he looked like one of them, with that perfect smile.

A nurse came out from the doctor's room. She called out to me, "You're next, Miss. Calingham. The doctor's waiting for you."

I walked into the room with my mother and sat on the chair placed in forint of the doctor.

"Good Morning, Doctor Falcon." I greeted him. I was raised in such a family that emphasised on manners a bit too much.

"Good Morning, Danielle. It's good to see that this generation has few good mannered kids." I knew that he was indicating the statement for the boy who just left. My mother gleamed with pride.

"So how are you feeling, Danielle?" He enquired.

"Absolutely better than last time." I smiled.

"Good to know. We can start the chemotherapy by next week. So I want you to be mentally prepared for that."

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